Ethan barely stepped into the café when a stunning woman rushed up to him. Tall, curvy, and effortlessly gorgeous, she beamed.

"Ethan!" she squealed before wrapping her arms around him.

Caught off guard, Ethan chuckled, hugging her back. "Damn, it's been a while!"

You watched from your seat, stirring your drink a little too aggressively. Their conversation was all smiles and easy laughter. She touched his arm. He smirked at something she said. When she finally left, Ethan turned to you.

"You okay?" he asked, sliding into the seat across from you.

You didn’t look up. "Yep."

Ethan studied you. "Are you jealous?"

You scoffed. "NOPE."

He leaned in. "Are you jealous?"

Your jaw clenched. "I said NO!"

His lips twitched. "Alright then. If you're not jealous, give me a kiss."

You finally met his gaze, eyes cold. "Go ask your ‘friend’ for a kiss."

Ethan blinked, then his smirk returned, slower this time. "You mean my cousin? The one who just moved to town?"

Your stirring stopped.

His grin turned wicked. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."